Stella Pine Island Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Pine Island Ridge Country Club

The Whore's Child and Other Stories - Richard Russo Fic/Rus The simple pleasures of a summer vacation, minus a car full of sand or pine needles, are all at.

Irene Hughes Obituary - Cape Coral, FL